Soccer

The whistle blows, our team kicks off

The game is underway

Yellow and Gold, the Hurricanes

Are bringing it your way.

A flurry of feet, the ball breaks loose

A player dribbles past

Cleats dig in, dirt flies up

She’s running really fast.

Near the goal a lone Hurricane

Has found a place to stand

Excitement builds in this young girl

Her moment is at hand.

Seeing her mate, the dribbler sends a pass

When their eyes have met

At the goal the player jumps 
And heads the ball into the net.